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Art is by @fazzruh on TikTok.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide. Mentions of sex. Character death...kinda.

If any of that makes you uncomfortable then please skip this oneshot. Feel free to DM me if you need to talk, I love you guys! Stay safe!

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William's PoV -

     30 years! 30 years I've been trapped in here! Oddly enough the time seems to help me release my anger. After about 10 years alone I began to release all my rage and replace it with... dreams of a normal life with my family... Why did I ruin my old life? It was perfect. I had Michael, Evan, and Elizabeth. I had my wife. She was a sweet lady though I never really loved her. My heart belonged to Henry. Oh, sweet Henry. My man with a heart of gold. Why did I ever betray his trust? Even Charlie was a good kid. A pleasure to have around. Elizabeth and her were good friends. They would always draw together or do each other's makeup and hair. How could I kill her? Because I was... no... I am a monster. I killed Charlie and drove Henry away in the process. My inventions killed Evan and Elizabeth. Out of anger I sent Michael to his death knowing he wouldn't last long as a security guard at Circus Baby's. Now... I'm all alone.

     "Woah... this place really is creepy. It won't need much work to make it fit the atmosphere," a voice? I haven't heard another person for over 30 years.

     "Good... just... take care of him... er it. Take care of it," Henry! I would recognize his voice anywhere! He's definitely aged, I can tell in his voice. He sounds so sad. So done.

     "Uh... okay. Will do." The stranger's voice again.

     "Here's the keys. If you happen to find any hidden locked doors... please leave them shut. I leave my old dreams in your hands." Henry. Is he leaving?

     Locked doors? Does he know about me? Did he lock me in here?! Shit! I can't let him go. I bang on the door, boarded from the outside. "Henry! H-Henry!" My voice is hoarse from years of disuse. "Don't leave me here Henry!"

Henry's PoV -

     "Don't leave me here Henry!" Shit! I knew I would wake the devil with this sell. It physically hurts me to hand William over to another man. I'm not sure why. Maybe I wanted to hear him suffer for the remainder of my years or maybe some deep part of me still holds feeling for the man who killed my daughter and ruined my life. Regardless, he comes with the sell of this building. I just hope the new owners never find him.

     With one last look at the place I leave forever. As I drive back home memories flood back. Memories of the good days with William before he started his murders. We both had dreams of making a successful business, a place for families to come and have fun. All the while we shared little bits of our love for one another. William was the first to ask to kiss me.

     It is late at night and we're  working at William's house. We discuss new blueprints and create plans for our diner. I sit at the desk as William leans over me. "Mmm, Henry, you smell nice."

    A blush spreads across my face, "Uhhh, thanks, Will."

     I feel William sit down next to me on the bench that I sit on. He's close. "This is boring, Henry, let's do something else."

     "Will, this needs done. We are almost there, hang in there," I reply.

     "Fine, but let's make this less boring, Henry," William gently runs his fingers through my hair which brings my attention to my partner rather than the blueprints in front of me.

     "You're so beautiful, Henry. Can I kiss you?" William looks at me with honest eyes.

    I slowly nod.

     This takes my words away. William wants to kiss me! Does that mean he loves me? I've loved him for years but felt I had to keep it hidden.

     All my thoughts drift away as I feel William's lips press against mine. It feels as amazing as I fantasized about! The kiss is long and amazing.

     This first kiss led to more shared moments of intimacy, stealing moments for kisses during the work day, having sex with William while our wives were away, or helping William with an erection while at work. I was crazy about William. He was everything I wanted in a man, crazy good looks, gentlemanly mannerisms, what I thought was a kind heart, etc. I was in love.

     Tears flow from my eyes. I loved him. I gave him my everything and he still betray me and murdered my child. Thoughts of my beautiful daughter float back to me. She was so kind and such a good kid. How could William snuff her life out like that?!

    I'm home now. My empty home. Another reminder of what William took from me. He made my wife leave with my son after the death of our daughter. Since then I've lived alone with my own sadness and anger.

     I walk inside and make my way to my office. Freddy's is gone now. The sell of the building was the last loose end I needed to tie, now I can rest. I sit at my desk and open a small drawer in the bottom of the desk. I pull out a tiny hand gun and a single bullet. That should be all it takes. I quickly load the gun and point it at my head... bang.

     I scream in pain and hold my hand in agony. The useless gun falls to the floor. It malfunctioned and blew up in my hand. Shit! My hand is bleeding badly and bits of skin hang off. I need stitches. I'll have to go to the hospital.

      It's a painful drive to the hospital but I manage driving with one hand.

     I make it to the hospital and I'm immediately rushed into a room. I claim that I was target shooting and my gun malfunctioned. Luckily the explosion didn't hurt me too bad. The wounds aren't too deep so I should heal in a few months. It doesn't take long for the doctor and nurses to stitch my hand and wrap it in bandages. I'm out of the hospital in no time and with some pain medication it doesn't hurt so bad. Regardless, this set me back. I'll have to wait till this heals to try again, not to mention I'll have to buy a new gun or maybe I can find another way to end it.

Weeks pass and life is miserable. With the close of Freddy's and the final sell of our last remaining restaurant I have nothing to keep me busy. Now my mind wonders. Thoughts of my daughter, my family, my William flood back to me. I cry more than I don't.

In one of the few times I'm not crying I decide to read the newspaper. I skim through the articles to see if something peaks my interest enough for me to fully read. It does. New Fazbear Frights Discovers Old Animatronic from Years Past. Below the title is a picture of the rotten Spring Bonnie animatronic. The very suit William used to kill kids. The very suit William still posses to this day. Shit! They opened the safe room! I told them not to. I guess it's a good thing I'm still alive. I'll have to go kill William myself. Obviously, keeping him under lock and key didn't work.

I put away the paper and make the short drive to the old pizzeria that is now Fazbear Frights. No one is here, good. I use a spare key to enter. Now to find William. I search around the halls. The halls are decorated in old animatronic parts and fake gore. Regardless, I don't see William's vessel anywhere.

William's PoV -

Henry? What is he doing here? I though he sold the restaurant to get rid of me. Maybe he heard about them finding me. What's wrong with his hand? Is he okay? I follow Henry from the vents as he apparently searches for me. Should I show myself? I decide to.

As quietly as I can I exit the vents and sneak behind Henry as he's moving some tall boxes obviously looking for me behind them. My Springtrap form towers over Henry. I gently wrap my arms around Henry's back and place my face next to his. "Well, hello, old friend. Miss me?" I ask.

     "Shit!" Henry states and quickly turns around in my loose grip holding a knife to my neck.

     I'm not too worried. I've died once before, I'll just come back again. Besides a knife couldn't kill me anyway while I'm in this animatronic, too many wires and metal parts. "Henry, I don't want to hurt you, love," I state.

     Henry seems to relax slightly at this and takes the knife down, "Don't call me 'love'. I'm not your lover anymore! You killed my daughter!"

     "Hen... I'm sorry. You really don't have any feelings for me anymore?" I ask, afraid of the answer.

     "What!? No! How could I love a monster like you?" Henry gestures to me.

     My heart breaks a little. I still love and adore Henry. Even if he is much older from when I last saw him he is still my gorgeous baby. I still yearn for a family with him. "Henry... please," is all I can say.

     Henry puts his hands on his hips, "Please what?"

     "Please... give me another chance, baby," I beg.

     I see something in Henry's eyes that makes me think he might not hate me as much as he lets on. "Fine, you don't deserve it but at least I can get you away from the public. God knows what you would do. Probably kill more children."

     Henry drags me along behind him as he leads me toward the exit. We take a quick turn and Henry collides into somebody. I catch Henry before he can fall. I right Henry and suddenly I'm attacked. Screaming ensures around me mostly coming from this thing that's attacking me. Wires choke at my neck and I feel like I'm being ripped apart. "Shut up everyone!" Henry yells.

     The choking stops and I can finally see this thing on me. A being made from a conglomerate of wires apparently wearing a clown mask now sits on my chest quietly being coxed off me by a purple corpse? "Ennard, I hate him as much as you do but you could have hurt Henry. He doesn't deserve that," the purple corpse states.

     The wires curls itself protectively around the corpse, "Mike, why won't you let me kill him? He killed us! Besides that's the whole reason we came here."

     "It's obvious Henry doesn't want you to, beside I think he has this situation under control," Mike states.

     The wires rolls it's eyes before crawling into the purple corpse apparently named Mike through a gaping hole in the corpse's chest.

     Henry is already helping me up and making over the wounds on my neck caused by the burnt spaghetti wires. While Henry tends to my wounds I eye the purple corpse. "Hello father, it's me Michael. I see you've already meet my companion, Ennard," Mike states.

     "Michael, that's you?! I missed you!" I break away from Henry to hug my son. I haven't seen him in years.    

     "You missed me?! After you sent me to my death at Circus Baby's rentals?! My own sister killed me!" Michael yells at me and refuses to hug me back.

     The wires in Mike's chest crawls out and hisses at me making sure to get between me and my son as if suspecting I would hurt Michael. I quickly back up wanting as far away from that creepy animatronic as I can. I try to think back, what kid did I kill and stuff into Ennard? No wonder I killed them, so temperamental. Wait... No, William! I'm not that person anymore. I don't want to be a monster anymore. I want my family back. I want Henry back.

    "I'm so sorry, Michael. I really missed you. I miss all my family. I want to make things right again," I practically beg Michael for another chance.

     Mike rolls his now glowing purple eyes but doesn't say anything. Maybe that's a start.

     "How are you going to do that?" Henry asks me.

     "I assume you acquired lots of money from the sell of Fazbear Entertainment?" I question.

     "Um, yes," Henry replies.

     "Then as your business partner I too should acquire some of that profit but seeing as I am dead that's not legally a requirement. Regardless, I know you too well Henry, you have a heart of gold and always want to do the right thing. Therefore, with my part of the money, will you buy back the old Afton house?" I ask Henry.

     "Sure, I guess."

     "Great! I expect you to join me there, Henry. You live alone and that's not good on you mentally. I want you to be with me, Henry, please." I hope Henry agrees.

     "William... this is very sudden. I planned on killing you 10 minutes ago. Let me think about it," Henry replies and I understand but I can't help to be a little saddened by his response.

     "Michael, will you come back home? I want to get our family back together. I just need to find Evan and Elizabeth's souls," I question.

     "Ennard and I come as a package deal. Can he come too?" Michael asks.

     "Uh... sure," I'm not too happy about my new living arrangements with a temperamental pile of wires but to get Michael back home it will be worth it.

     Henry drives us back to his house. We'll be needing to stay there awhile till the Afton home is purchased. Henry seems nervous having us all in his house. He fidgets and overall acts like he's hiding something.

     "Okay, make yourselves at home," Henry states, "Michael and Ennard you can sleep on the sofa for tonight if that's okay, William I have a guest room you can stay in."

     "Thanks, Henry. This is much better than sleeping in a dark alley on an old mattress." Michael states.

I'm shocked, is Michael really homeless? I guess it's not like he could rent an apartment since he's a rotting corpse living on security guard wages. Regardless, I feel bad for my son.

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The next morning I wake feeling well rested. Sleeping on a bed was wonderful, after all I've been sleeping on a concrete floor locked in a small room in a defunct pizzeria for the past 30 years. A bed is a luxury I took for granted in my life. Regardless, I stand and decide to find Henry.

I find Henry in the kitchen. "William, I was just about to make breakfast. How many fried eggs do you want?" Henry asks.

"Henry, I can't really eat," I vaguely gesture to my decaying body.

"Oh... yeah," Henry sighs and tries to laugh it off, "I suppose Michael and Ennard can't really eat either."

"I image not," I reply.

Henry puts the pan away obviously not wanting to spend the time making food just for himself. Instead he sits at the table with a cup of black coffee and motions for me to take a seat across from him.

I comply and sit. The old wooden chair creeks in protest at my several hundred pound body of metal but it holds. "So... Henry, how did you manage to hurt your hand?" I gesture to his wound still wrapped in layers of gauze.

"Oh, that, it's nothing. I pinched it in some animatronic parts making a big cut. It will heal soon." Henry replies but something about his face tells me he's lying.

"You still work on animatronics even though our business is closed?" I ask.

"No... uh... well... I fiddle with small projects here and there. You know, just keeping my brain sharp."

"Sure," I reply deciding just to drop the topic.

Henry apparently notices my sudden disinterest and quickly changes the topic. "Last night I worked on getting the old Afton house back. I contacted the agent involved and surprisingly he replied right away," Henry continues, "he was surprised anyone was interested in it regarding your family's deaths and disappearances. Apparently, it's been abandoned since you left it."

     I nod. It seems the process is moving along quite nicely. I expected this to take a long time.

     "Anyway, I'm meeting with him tomorrow at the house. I would invite you... but that doesn't really seem possible. Once we buy it I'll have to haul you there in the middle of the night. I don't think your neighbors would be happy to know they live next to a dead child murderer dressed as a furry." Henry chuckles as if he made a hilarious joke.

     "I'm not a furry, Henry. If anyone's the furry here it's you. You're the one who built all the animal themed animatronics."

     "Touché."

     "Anyway, thank you for doing this for me, Henry." I state.

     "No worries, William." Henry sips his coffee.

    
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     Henry is currently at the meeting with the agent looking at the Afton home. Michael is watching soap operas and Ennard appears to be asleep tangled around Mike. I'm bored!

     I decide to snoop around Henry's home. I've basically only seen his guest room, the living room, and kitchen. I make my way to the garage. Nothing much to speak of. Tools. Old metal animatronic parts. Household items. Basically extra storage.

     Next, I make my way to Henry's room. I feel a flash of guilt. This is his private space. Maybe I shouldn't be here without his permission. Regardless, I continue. Henry's bed is haphazardly made. A Spring Bonnie plush sits on his bed. Cute, Henry still sleeps with plushies. I rummage through some drawers, nothing much, glasses, journals, a vibrator, ink pens, scrap paper, etc.

    I glance over at Henry's desk. It's a mess. Papers everywhere. Books piled on top of each other. Newspaper articles. I look down and find an awkwardly placed rug. In fact, this might be the only rug in Henry's house. Weird. I scoot the rug over with my foot and find stained carpet underneath. The usual off-white carpet is a brownish-dark-red color. I know that color from anywhere, blood. Lots of it. Shit! What happened. How did Henry get so badly hurt in his own bedroom? I'll ask him about it when he gets back. I want to make sure he's okay. I push the thought of the blood aside.

     I decide to look through his closet next. I open the closet and a midsized animatronic lunges out at me. Shit! What the hell! The animatronic wears a sad white mask and holds a knife. What kind of thing is Henry making? If I wasn't made of metal (and cursed to live eternally) that animatronic likely would have stabbed me through the heart. Suddenly, realization hits me. Henry, my poor, Henry. He's depressed, he wants to end it... Henry. If I could cry, I would. It's hard to imagine my usually cheerful baby so upset. It's even worse knowing I did this to him. I took his child from him and ruined his life.

     "William?" Henry's voice echos from the doorway. I'm still standing next to the suicide bot.

     "Henry, how could you even think about something like this!" I gesture to the bot and then gesture to the blood on the carpet, "Henry, that wound on your hand wasn't any accident was it?!"

     I walk towards Henry who has tears welling in his eyes. He slowly shakes his head no. "My gun backfired and did this," Henry points to his wounded hand.

     Henry's first way didn't work so he built the bot... He's so determined to die. I gently pull Henry into a hug. He doesn't seem to care that the likes of me is hugging him. Instead, Henry ever so slowly wraps his arms around me. I rub Henry's back with one hand and cradle his head with the other. My smart, beautiful baby. I'll protect him. We stay like that for hours. Holding each other.

     Henry slowly breaks away and dries his tears. We're resting on his bed halfway laying next to each other in each other's embrace. "Thanks, Will... Oh... the house is bought. It's yours." Henry takes something from his back pocket and hands it to me. I look down to find a small key, a house key.

     "When can we move in?" I ask.

     "Anytime, do you want to tonight?" Henry asks.

     "Yes! Oh, are you okay with tonight, Henry?" I'm excited but Henry might need time to pack his things.

     "Yeah, I can drive you and Michael tonight after it gets dark and your neighbors are in bed," Henry replies.

     "Will that give you enough time to pack your things?" I question.

     "You still want me to move in with you?" Henry cuddles a bit closer to me.

     "Yes, after this," I gesture to the bot and the blood stain, "I can't afford to leave you by yourself; I'm not leaving your side."

     "Oh... okay." Henry hugs me again. "Tonight is perfect."

     We cuddle a bit more and I help Henry pack. Soon night falls and I'm excited to go home.

Henry places his bags in his car and in the safety of the garage Michael, Ennard, and I pile into the backseat. Michael sits comfortably being average human hight and Ennard stays inside Michael. However, I'm cramped. I sit awkwardly crouching down so my head isn't pressed against the car roof. Regardless my metal bunny ears awkwardly lay flat against the car roof. I'm sitting on my metal bunny tail. Overall, it's highly uncomfortable. Henry chuckles at my awkward sitting position and I think I hear Ennard's laugh from inside Mike. "Henry, why is your car so tiny?!" I complain.

"My car's not tiny. You're just a seven foot tall rabbit." Henry snaps back.

     "Touché."

     After a short ride, Henry pulls into the parking space in front of the Afton home. It's just how I left it. Just more rundown. In the cover of darkness we all leave the car and I unlock the door. With a loud creak the door opens. A layer of dust coats everything. The furniture is still there, old, mildewed, and dusty but still there. We all wonder inside and happily explore. Both good and tragic memories flood back. I'm sure Henry and Michael are reminiscing as am I. I wonder over to Henry and wrap him in a hug. "Thank you, Henry," I nuzzle into him.

     "It looks like we have our work cut out for us," Henry comments seeming overwhelmed by the project in front of us.

     "It will be fine. We will get it done," I reply.

     I notice Michael and Ennard making their way upstairs. Michael probably wants to see his old room.

     "We need to clean all this dust up and get everything working properly again. Most importantly, we need to find Evan and Elizabeth's souls," I state.

     "Can I bring Charlie back too?" Henry asks.

     "Sure..." I'm unsure. Charlie was my first victim. She probably hates me most but it will be fine. What more could she do to me? I'm already dead.

     "How do we find everybody though?" Henry asks.

     "Well Elizabeth's soul is in Circus Baby and she must still be at Circus Baby's Pizza World. Then we need to find Golden Freddy to find Evan. I'm not sure where Golden Freddy is but Michael and Ennard might know. The Puppet likely houses your daughter's spirit but I'm not sure where she is either." I ramble.

     "It sounds like we will need Mike's help in finding them. Maybe tomorrow we can ask him and Ennard to help us. For now, let's get some sleep," Henry suggests.

     "Agreed." I reply.

I walk off to my bed. "Uhhhh... William? Where do I sleep?" Henry questions. He hasn't moved from the spot in the kitchen.

"With me of course. I said I wasn't leaving your side," I reply.

Henry seems hesitant. "Henry, we've done much more than just sleep together in the past, come along, Hen," I encourage.

I continue walking to my room knowing fully well that Henry will follow. As I predicted Henry enters my room shortly after I do. I fluff the bed. 30 years of dust rises from the blankets causing Henry to cough and cover his face in his shirt. There... good enough for me. I quickly pull the covers up over me and settle into bed. Henry looks disgusted. "William, that bed is caked in dust. Moths are probably in there eating the fabric. You expect me to snuggle in there next to you, a rotting corpse in a moldy bunny suit mind you, and fall asleep?"

"That's hurtful, Henry... but yes. Please come lay down."

Henry carefully removes the cover from his side of the bed. As he predicted a moth flies out. "Ahhh!" Henry screams and runs away from the moth.

I can't help but chuckles at Henry's antics. Gently, I pat the bed next to me. Henry sighs and lifts the cover again. No moth this time. Carefully he crawls into the bed. I notice him holding his breath with a disgusted look on his face. Finally, Henry manages to lay fully with his head on the pillow. "That wasn't so bad was it?" I state.

"Easy for you to say. You've lived in a dusty room for the past 30 years. You're probably used to mold and dust," Henry grumbles.

"We will deep clean everything soon, Hen," I pull Henry closer to me.

Oddly enough Henry snuggles into me laying on my arm with his head on my chest. "At least my bed mate is cute," Henry runs a finger down my chest.

In response I run my fingers through Henry's hair. My beautiful baby.

Michael's PoV -

"Is it nice to be home again, Mike?" Ennard questions.

I'm snuggled in my bed. Ennard crawls on the ceiling hanging from a vent above my bed.

"It's bitter sweet. Yeah, I missed this place and it has many good memories but it also holds bad memories. See that closet," I gesture to my closet across from my bed, "I used to have waking nightmares of a twisted version of Foxy hiding in it. Later I found out that father was tormenting me with illusions created by high pitched sound. Or take the room next door for example. That was my little brother's room. I accidentally killed him with a terrible prank," I nearly tear up.

Ennard crawls down from the ceiling. To anyone else he would look menacing. A scary seven foot tall broken animatronic. However, I want nothing more than for him to hold me and confort me and that's exactly what he does. Ennard crawls into bed next to me and pulls me close to him. I lay in his mess of wires. I can feel his electricity around me. I find it familiar and comfortable. Gently, Ennard holds me and runs his wires through my hair. "You're a good person, Mike. I love you." Ennard tells me.

I don't feel like a good person but as long as Ennard sees me as good then I guess I believe him. "I love you too, En. Thank you." I snuggle into his wires and fall asleep.